Yamas

The sun is revitalising after the Great Sapping of London! Colour returns! You can't keep me off the beach in this perfect weather, you can't stop me enjoying calamari and the local white wine. Meanwhile, the famous throngs of bacchant backpackers at Corfu's Pink Palace are not quite here right now... it's off season and in so many ways that's perfect. Unpopulated beaches are good beaches in my books.

Jane, Cassie and I did find ourselves on a booze cruise, however. Captain George tried his best to make it a boat of ill-repute, and if in the future I hear he is behind bars (not the drinking kind) I won't be surprised. Cassie decided that I must be the first person to settle in to a relaxed reading of The Godfather (or indeed any material longer than Playboy) on the deck of the booze cruise, in the midst of pumping music, but really it was far more perfect to enjoy the scenery without the booze and pretension.

Today is our last day in the sun, tomorrow we fly to the cooler climes of Munich to bathe in the scent of large beers and pork knuckles and chicken schnitzels... I can't wait to catch up with Big Al, Martina, Jochen and whoever else I find in those hallowed tents.

Until Munich,